Pity one can't choose one's own name! Do you mind if I call you 'Celia'?
'Miss Grant' is so stiff." "Oh, not at all," said Celia.
"Thanks very much.

What's that ?" she asked, starting, her hand going to her bosom, her brows coming together nervously.
The sound of voices, not in actual altercation, but something very near it, came from the hall.
"It's the Marquess and Percy," said Miriam, in a low and frightened voice.

"Oh, I do hope they're not quarrelling.

I warned Percy.

Hush! Listen!" She stole to the door and opened it slightly, and Celia heard the Marquess say: "I have promised.